Winter's Masquerade

[Dark Muse]

Winter's Masquerade

Your lies fall away
frozen upon the floor
black and gold
against the snow
which whispers
of a forgotten fairy tale
blank eyes
fixated upon the stars
lost within captured memories
incapable of shutting out
the snow flakes.

You have lost your mask
silently the story is told
upon painted lips
stolen romances
evaporate
within the winter air
fading away.

You no longer recognize
yourself within the mirror
for the forgotten face
left behind
where a melody still plays
from long distant days
concealed behind
the harlequins
disguise.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's the succinctness and even the reticence of this that gets me. Thanks!

[Dinkleberry2010]

Dark Muse, I nominate myself as the worst poetic critiquer on this site. (Is there such a word as critiquer? If there isn't, then I just created one, because to me the word critic has unfortunately acquired a negative connotation; therefore, I prefer the term critiquer, whether it's a word or not.) My opinion is that you are an accomplished poet, and your poem Winter's Masquerade shows it. You have complete control over the language you use in the poem, the expressions, the images, the rhythm--all of it. From a poet's point of view, objectively, your poem is well-crafted; from a nonpoet's point of view (or a casual reader), your poem is amazing.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much!